Nightmare Attack

　　 A supermarket on the west side of the campus.

　　 The rather old glass door is half open, and a poster of a certain Korean student is pasted on it.

　　 The sequined slim suit did not give the person in front of the task a bright feeling, on the contrary, the earth exploded.

　　 The man in a suit burned a long match, turned his face, and lit a cigarette for himself.

　　 then shook his hand again, extinguishing the flame on the match.

　　 was standing under the steps opposite him, holding a bottle of mineral water, and gnawing on the dry bread in his hand.

　　 Staring at the poster in front of him, the man in the suit smiled disdainfully, and slowly sprayed a mouthful of turbid smoke on the face of Hallyu Xiaosheng, "Is the aesthetics so bad back then?"

　　 The peaked cap just finished eating a piece of bread, and was greedily sucking the remaining jam on his fingers.

　　 However, his face didn't look at the man in the suit or the poster, but stared at a few girls.

　　 Hungry wolf-like eyes wandered around the girl wantonly.

　　 They stood not far or near, and a few people formed a circle.

　　 is quite revealing.

　　 One of the tall girls with slender figure and loose hair is still looking here from time to time, with a cigarette between her fingers.

　　 Although she tried her best to pretend to be indifferent and calm, the greenness between her brows still betrayed her, and her smoking behavior was relatively unfamiliar.

　　 She doesn't belong to this small group, she only joined recently.

　　 "If this is not a dream world, how wonderful it would be," the peaked cap licked his chapped lips.

　　 The man in the suit lowered his head when he heard the words, carefully fastened the buttons on the right cuff, and then smiled: "Stop talking about dreams, if you are in the real world, how dare you come to such a place?"

　　 "You can only hide in the dark basement," the man in the suit didn't even look at him, and continued: "Don't forget, there are police everywhere looking for you."

　　 The words of the man in the suit seemed to have pulled the cap back to reality, his face was startled, and then he calmed down, and his smile faded away.

　　 After wiping his body with his left hand, he held the brim of the peaked cap and pressed it down.

　　 He stood in the shadow, only half of his chin exposed from the perspective of the man in the suit.

　　 "Don't be so nervous," the man in the suit had an inexplicable scent in his voice. He repaired the collar and inadvertently shuddered to reveal the gorgeous Ukiyo-e on the lining of the suit.

　　 "I will keep the secret for you," the man in the suit smiled, "You know what I want."

　　 "But we don't know who the thing is on," the peaked cap's voice was dull.

"Then look for them one by one. We still have plenty of time. The cheongsam girl died first, indicating that the probability of having that thing on her body is extremely low. In other words, even if there is, it has already been taken away." The man in the suit seemed to have changed at the moment, with a demon hiding under his gentle face.

　　 The peaked cap seemed to realize something. He raised his head and stared at the man in the suit with narrow eyes under the brim. "You mean someone designed her death?"

　　 In his eyes, the black pupil area is small and the white sclera area is larger, so it will give people a sinister feeling after a long time, although he is indeed such a person.

　　 "Yes," the man in the suit nodded.

"who is it?"

　　 "It's not clear yet."

　　 "Could it be the woman in room 406?" The peaked cap suddenly became nervous, "Her aura is very strange, she has a fist, and there are calluses at the tiger's mouth, you say...could it be a policeman?"

　　 The man in the suit stretched out a finger and rubbed his chin, and replied after a while, "It shouldn't be. She gave me a fierce and aggressive feeling. The police shouldn't be like this."

　　 The peaked cap breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"Heh," the man in the suit looked up and down the peaked cap, playing with the taste: "As long as you choose to cooperate with me, it doesn't matter whether she is a policeman or not," he leaned forward, with the corner of his mouth raised to one side, "because... .... I can't let her leave alive."

　　 The man in the suit wiped out the cigarette **** in his hand and said coldly: "Like the two idiots in 404."

　　......

　　 "Aye!"

　　 Jiangcheng sneezed hard.

　　 The fat man hugged his arm and said concerned: "Doctor, you don't have a cold, right?"

　　 Jiangcheng shook his head, and then looked around, "No, I'm afraid who misses me again, quietly telling me what he missed from a distance."

　　 The fat man directly ignored the second half of Jiang Cheng's sentence.

　　 They have been around the campus for a long time, walked from the cafeteria to the playground on the westernmost side, then changed another way and turned back.

　　 "Doctor," the fat man asked curiously, "Where are we going? How do I feel that you are wandering aimlessly."

　　 "Yes," Jiang Cheng admitted very generously, "I am indeed hanging out."

　　 The fat man was stunned, he became less and less aware of what he was thinking in his heart.

"I've been shopping enough," Jiang Cheng said, stopped, put his hand on his forehead to block the sun, and after simply distinguishing his position, he pointed to a road and said: "Let's go to the equipment room and meet them first. "

　　 Everyone met in front of the equipment room at noon. It was decided early in the morning.

　　The journey is relatively long, and the fat man's heart becomes restless~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He secretly looked at Jiangcheng many times, and the corners of his mouth moved, as if he had something to ask, but he couldn't ask.

　　 "You want to ask whose hands the cheongsam girl died?" Jiang Cheng said flatly.

　　 does not have the tone of frequently used interrogative sentences, he is calm as if narrating certain established facts.

　　 "That's right," the fat man nodded repeatedly.

　　 They had also talked about this issue before, but they were interrupted by the sudden ringing.

　　 "The ghost in the mission killed her," Jiang Cheng said.

　　 The fat man said anxiously: "Of course I know that a ghost killed her, I mean..."

　　 "It's a girl in pajamas," Jiang Cheng stopped and turned to look at the fat man, "it was she who used the cheongsam girl's fear of ghosts to drive her out of Room 407, which led to the latter's death."

　　 Although Fatty was surprised by Jiang Cheng's results, he didn't have any doubts about this sentence itself.

　　Because he knew that the latter never made jokes on this issue.

　　 "How did she do it?" The fat man was suddenly excited, "She... how dare she as a newcomer?"

"I can't answer the first question for the time being," Jiang Cheng said, "but I think the second question is very simple. The pajamas woman is not a newcomer. Everything we have seen, including the fear, cowardice, and screams shown by her, Crying...even the dinosaur pajamas she wore when she appeared, these are all her disguise."

　　 "The heat set by the man in the suit has obviously weakened her by a level," he shrugged. "Compared with the latter, he is a complete idiot."

　　 The fat man gradually calmed down. He thought about the pajama woman, but he did not find any loopholes in his memories. "Doctor," he raised his head, "Can you tell me your evidence?"